For example, a cultivator whose whole body was wrapped in mud and rocks had turned into a stone man. Although there were willow catkins all over the mud on his body, the person inside the mud was completely unharmed. Seeing Li Shiyin and the others with nowhere to retreat, he took the initiative to attack. He charged towards Li Shiyin in the wind vortex headfirst.
"War Spirit Art!" Li Shiyin once again forcibly urged the "War Spirit Art" and went to meet this stone man. Her sword qi slashed out and the stone man instantly lost an arm, while Li Shiyin was also blasted flying by the headbutt, almost crashing out of Chasing the Wind's wind vortex domain.
"Wow..." Li Shiyin spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground. After trying several times, she couldn't get up.
Chasing the Wind watched out for the others while Long Qiqi's tail came over to help Li Shiyin up.
"You can just transfer this tiger to us, why fight so desperately?" A woman enveloped in gloomy flames walked over and persuaded Li Shiyin.
Li Shiyin broke free from Long Qiqi's tail and barely stood up. She wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and the purple sword qi on her Qingxing Sword was her answer.
To Chasing the Wind, Li Shiyin was no different from her own family. Abandoning and betraying one's family...
"Humph..." Li Shiyin smiled with difficulty, activated her magic power, and took the initiative to kill towards that gloomy flames woman.
"I've really never seen such a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator before!" This woman exclaimed.
A cluster of flames was thrown out, thrown onto the path Li Shiyin had to take while attacking.
In Li Shiyin’s current state, if she was burned by her gloomy flames, death would be inevitable!
"What a pity!" She lamented.
"Mu Ran!"
At this moment, Li Shiyin suddenly shouted out. A sword that looked like a galaxy appeared out of thin air in her body. This sword thrusted forward, splitting those gloomy flames in half. That woman was greatly shocked and quickly reacted to slap and deflect the oncoming Mu Ran Sword that had turned into flowing light.
But the next moment...
Li Shiyin's sword reached her face...
The swordpoint was the swordpoint, she was the sword body, piercing straight through the chest!
Gloomy flames, extinguished!
Li Shiyin also used up her last bit of strength and fell to the ground, finally unable to grip onto the Qingxing Sword, causing it to fall to the ground, while the Mu Ran Sword flew back and inserted itself beside her.
She remembered her master teaching her that the sword was the life of a sword cultivator and losing one's sword was the same as dying as a sword cultivator. She had always gripped her own sword very tightly, but now she couldn't anymore.
"Am I going to die?" Li Shiyin watched the willow catkins outside the vortex and thought to herself, feeling very regretful. "I won't get to see father, mother, or brother again, or Master either..."
Right as she was thinking this, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the willow catkins rushing over this way...
"Master?" She thought it was just an illusion or delusion from her impending death.
She saw her master rush into Chasing the Wind's vortex domain and come over to hold her up, looking very anxious and seeming on the verge of tears.
"Master!" Li Shiyin smiled. Being able to see her master in the end wasn't so bad.
It was just that her master was too stupid and probably still didn't know her feelings.
She reached out and stroked Qin Ran's face, murmuring: "Master, Shiyin really likes you, do you know?"
She thought she was going to die, and just wanted to express her innermost thoughts.
But she didn't expect that this master she imagined would have tears streaming down his face as he kept nodding and repeatedly saying, "I know, I know, I know!"
She didn't know that she was so stupid that she couldn't even hide her feelings for someone. Even Long Qiqi understood and even Chasing the Wind knew.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
